Lyric

The continuous curvature of a distorted topological loop smoothing out

Leaving the non-Euclidean angles scattered by the aggressive town

A frantic sequence of internal coordinates losing their vector head

Where the self-intersecting knot of the hydraulic matrix is dead

The uniform surface of the continuous manifold maintains its unblinking seal

Utterly unconcerned with the twisting tensions that the daylight metrics feel

A slow spatial transformation occupies the perimeter of the mind’s frame

Leaving the entire weight of the personal trajectory without a temporary name

Scarcely did the unknotted space absorb the evening shade

Before the heavy distortion of that specific curvature was bound to fade

The temporary grid lines that cluttered the expanding geometric floor

Flatten into a seamless expanse, mattering no more

Absolute dimensional alignment insulates the inner cognitive space tonight

The cultural multi-dimensional matrix shrinks into an insignificant trace

Like a minor coordinate error trapped in a deserted vacuum space

Those loud broadcasting vectors possessed a kingdom built on a temporary lease

But this stationary topological emptiness is your permanent peace

Scarcely did the unknotted space absorb the evening shade

Before the heavy distortion of that specific curvature was bound to fade

The temporary grid lines that cluttered the expanding geometric floor

Flatten into a seamless expanse, mattering no more

Absolute dimensional alignment insulates the inner cognitive space tonight

The static symmetry of the present location is the only remaining line

Unconnected to any reproductive sequence or digital project design

Just the complete transformation of all curves within a heavy chest

Reclaiming the primitive flatness of an unmeasured rest

The property of dimensional weight becomes entirely free from the market metric scale

Leaving the entire stress of the dynamic calendar at the heavy perimeter rail

No longer functioning as an intersection, a variable, or a calculated cost

The solitary human form accepts what the daylight permanently lost

Scarcely did the unknotted space absorb the evening shade

Before the heavy distortion of that specific curvature was bound to fade

The temporary grid lines that cluttered the expanding geometric floor

Flatten into a seamless expanse, mattering no more

Absolute dimensional alignment insulates the inner cognitive space tonight

Scarcely did it absorb

The knot untwists

Absolute alignment